Off the Record

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Now Dick is all for undercover operations. No one can ever say that Grayson isn't a team player. He is all for the playing on the team! But this is a new direction he never thought his life would take. At least he's still a handsome devil even in... in a skirt. He lifted it off a classmate from the locker rooms a few days earlier (that had been an adventure all its own). Underwear was easier to get on his own, especially when seeing the clerk's face. Hey, what can he say he's a very supportive and open-minded brother for his sick sister.

Dashing around in spandex from head to toe chronically, this skirt thing is a whole new sensation for him in the breezy bathroom air. It's all so open and revealing! Man, how do girls wear this? Every part of him feels exposed. And these panties are barely holding him together! He stands like a man too, and it ruins the whole image. Dick has to remember to pull his legs in, keep one bent at the knee with his foot pressed against his other heel. Much better. This time he keeps his shades off. Everyone likes a pair of baby blues and Dick's got ones that'll pull in any old pervert.

"Alright, I'm feeling it. Feeling the aster." Usually he doesn't need to pump himself up, but this isn't a usual mission. Hell, this isn't any kind of mission. It's nuts, completely reckless, but there's no one else who can pull it off. Not the other members and certainly not the Justice League. He's on his own to put this despicable pet ring out of business. Giving himself one last look in the mirror, he checks what little gear he can get away with bringing. He has a tranquilizing spray and a case for the drug once he gets his hands on a sample, both disguised as cosmetics.

Now it's just a matter of sneaking out, which is, of course, no problem at all. Neither Miss Martian nor Superboy is registered in any of the public spaces. Quietly, he sneaks out through the main entrance toward the zeta portals.

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[ His brow knits as he mulls that over, trying and mostly failing to reconcile the idea with his own limited experience. Pain and trust were part of training, he understood, but not in the sense where you stood still and allowed someone to hurt you because you trusted them. You were supposed to trust a teammate to not hurt you, unless they were being controlled, in which case they would prefer that you disable or free them as swiftly as possible. A controlled teammate wouldn’t appreciate being allowed to inflict damage.

Watching grown men manhandle their young, apparently helpless playthings doesn’t seem like trust at all, although most of them are putting on a display of enjoying it or even begging for their tormentors to continue. The sexual gratification looks one-sided as well, except where two-- pets, he supposes, that’s what Robin called them-- are putting on a show for the benefit of an audience, toying with each other teasingly. They seem desperate for attention, and a couple even glance his way repeatedly for some reason he can’t fathom.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he’s saved from having to form any kind of reply to that or to the man asking if he’s Robin’s master by Robin himself, pursuing the mission and engaging the mark with the kind of dedication that Superboy grudgingly admired. Kaldur and Robin were usually the ones to count on to remember mission goals when the rest of them got distracted or separated.

The mark wastes no time taking advantage of Robin’s size, pulling him into his lap. Superboy has never really seen his teammate as small before, at least not in the context of how tiny he is compared to an average adult male. Everyone seems small to Superboy, who is himself smaller than Superman, but Robin had never come across as vulnerable or fragile despite barely coming up to his chest. In training he was always fast, controlled, and easily more capable than Kid Flash. Now the only thing he can see is how tiny his wrists are in the mark’s grasp, how easily he pushes and pulls Robin into the position he wants.

He grits his teeth at the groping and glances away, catching that small noise. It had sounded… unfeigned, inasmuch as he knew what real and faked moans sounded like, but Robin was trained in infiltration and other sneaky shit. Maybe this was old hat to him. Maybe he went out and did this every weekend with his mentor, who knew. ]

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[ Dick certainly doesn't mind. He leans back into it squirming like he's mildly trepidatious about the whole thing, and there's no need to pretend. The innocent act is no ruse, much to the man's delight as he tells him to move slow. He's been trained as a pet, but never touched. It's a comment that makes the hand on his ass squeeze tighter, slipping his big fingers between the silky valley of his cheeks. The soft fabric pressing against his more intimate parts has Dick keening a little.

The man grips him tighter to listen to that voice waver again, the other wrapping around his neck gently and manhandling him like a ragdoll. This close, Dick doesn't need to talk very loudly to get his attention. His lips are practically touching the other man's as he talks about ownership and devotion. He's heard about the staggering rates of companionship here, how they never waver. He would like to feel that kind of power.

It gets that cocky grin off the stranger's face. He's certainly considering something, but Dick pretends he can't see it. He's too busy wriggling and mewling in his lap to be any threat. But he knows something's coming, and after a minute of petting and touching, he asks Dick stand up and not to wander off too far while he takes a call. ]

Score. [ It's said just quietly enough to have Superboy hear him. Looks like he might be on the right track. If all goes well the man'll be back with a dose of this drug. But he can't put all his chips on table. He has to make sure he catches the attention of someone with the gravity to get him drugged and contracted. This is their one and only shot, so he keeps looking. The man never said he couldn't keep playing around.

Straightening out his skirt, Dick continues looking for action. It's not hard to find. A few coy looks and others are crowding around him, some with their pets. One already has his hand up his skirt, stroking his thigh idly. Two of the men are talking among themselves as if Dick isn't even there, but he's the topic of conversation. They talk about doing things to him, pulling down his panties and spanking him. Letting their pets jack him off. Fingering him until he cries. It's all taken with a straight face, but it's clear Dick is affected by the talk. His blue eyes are blown out, his face is flushed, and his heart is beating like a trapped animal. Would they actually do it is the question. ]

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[ and now they wait. superboy practices his stony face, folding his arms across his chest to keep his hands from clenching every time someone touches robin. he can hear what they're saying and he can also hear the effect it's having on robin's heartbeat, all but galloping now. what he can't tell is if it's simple adrenaline or anxiety, excitement or fear. robin doesn't break character once, looking and sounding every inch the helpless pet they think he is.

it makes him wonder how much of it really is acting, and he suddenly wishes he'd thought to ask robin about how experienced he was before they got here. implanted knowledge or not, even he knows that this is no place to offer up real vulnerabilities. every predator in this place would swoop down if they even suspected that he was a virgin, much less someone who looked and was dressed like robin.

but that's why superboy is here, he reminds himself uncertainly. to make sure nothing bad happens. he has to trust that robin knows what he's doing and what he can handle. it's his job just to watch.

so that's what he does, leaving off his pretense of looking at anyone else in the room and keeping his gaze firmly on robin.

the man stroking his thigh wears a gray suit and has wandering hands, eventually sliding up robin's leg under the skirt to cup and fondle him through his thin panties. he wants to see that pretty skirt tented, he says to his companion. check and see if there's a cock at all underneath the satin. ]